The invitation arrived on cream-colored cardstock with gold embossing, delivered by a
palace servant who waited for Fiona's response.
The Luna Queen requests the pleasure of your company at afternoon tea in the Rose
Garden Pavilion. Three o'clock. Formal attire.
Fiona stared at the card, her stomach sinking.
Trap, Sinead growled immediately. This is a trap. Don't go.
"You don't have to go," Callum said from the doorway. He'd been giving her space this
morning, but he must have sensed her distress through the bond.
"Yes, I do." Fiona set the invitation on the table. "If I refuse, it'll make things worse."
"My mother shouldn't be—" "It's fine." Fiona forced a smile. "It's just tea."
But they both knew it wasn't just tea. Not fine, Sinead snarled. DANGER. Can sense it. They want to
